Lasagna. Salty lasagna.

"Okay, we, like, don't have much time," Anne explained while tying an apron over her light sweater and skirt combo. The way the fabric clung to her curves, barely able to hold them in, made Jamie's mouth feel dry and her nethers hot. "Two hours maximum. Buuut... that's just enough time to make lasagna!"

"W-wait. We're making something that complicated?"

"Aww, baby girl, lasagna isn't complicated," the futa's mother laughed warmly, rifling through the cupboards to pull out some pots and a casserole dish. "Could you, like, cut some carrots and garlic really really fine? I'll get the mincemeat going and stuff, you can set the table for the four of us, and then I'll call you once it's time to make the lasagna extra yummy."

Face burning from the knowledge what her mother meant by that, Jamie got to work while Anne prepared everything for the mincemeat and sauce before shooing her daughter out the kitchen when the futa was done chopping everything up, using the opportunity to press her tits into Jamie's back. The redhead felt her cock rise a little, pressing into her borrowed yoga pants; none of her new wardrobe was really appropriate for the kitchen. After quickly setting up the table for her parents, her girlfriend and herself, Jamie remembered that she hadn't checked her phone for several hours. What if Micaela had tried to reach her?!

As it turned out, the latina had sent several messages:

~just got done with this one client. he's nice and all, but the appartment is always a mess... miss you, guapa... thank god I only have a few clients left~

~almost done for today. see you soon xoxox~

~of COURSE the last client made a fucking mess! sorry guapa, I'll be late :cry:~

Jamie's heart dropped. She'd have to face her father with only her ditz of a mother as support? Just having Micaela next to her would have helped immensely. Alas, there was nothing she could do about it. Besides, the latina obviously had to deal with a... less than agreeable situation. Time to be a supportive girlfriend.

~hang in there, I'll be fine. mom's here, and dad wont know what hit him~

Busying herself on her phone while sitting on the couch, Jamie tried to take her mind off things a bit, but no amount of funny pictures was enough to make the futa forget what she was about to do: Mix her cum into her father's food and then... fuck him. Part of her was horrified, but another was curious how Edward would change once he had swallowed his step-daughter's jizz. But by far the largest part of her couldn't wait for her father to arrive; the futa was unable to forget the feeling of Monica's cock inside of her and longed for this fullness again, to scratch that itch building deep inside her. Hopefully Edward's dick would grow until it reached Jamie's deepest parts...

"Oh, baby giirl~! Come and help mommy cook~!" Anne's call broke the futa out of her fantasy. The throbbing sensation from her crotch made Jamie realize that she had gotten rock hard without even realizing, her erection straining against her yoga pants. At least it made her plan easier to carry out... Getting up and walking into the kitchen, Jamie's rod bobbed about with every step, a fact that obviously wasn't lost on her mother. Anne's eyes followed the tip as if hypnotized, the older woman's body completely frozen. The wooden spoon she'd been stirring the sauce with trembled in her hand, little droplets of white spattering onto the tiles.

"Uh, mom?"

"Oh!" Broken from her stupor, Anne wasted no time and quickly stepped over to her daughter, dropping on her knees in front of the futa before Jamie could react. "Let mommy help you with that, baby girl. I don't, like, wanna burn the sauce, so you have to give me your yummy cum quickly and stuff, alright?"

Jamie could only nod, throat feeling tight with excitement as she remembered what Anne had done the last time she'd knelt before the redhead. Her mother pulled up her sweater, exposing her bust. It wasn't constricted by any kind of bra; no real surprise, as she had only grown these enormous melons yesterday, and even if she had had the opportunity... her size wasn't exactly easy to find. Jamie barely cared, tough: Seeing her mother's tits, heaving with every excited breath, this close to her crotch was more than enough for the futa's fat rod to give a mighty lurch, pre beginning to bubble up through its considerable length.

"Mmmh, I, like, really wanna take my time, savor the taste and stuff," Anne moaned as she pulled down the pants she'd let Jamie borrow, sighing when her prize sprung out, flinging a speck of pre onto her cheek where it was quickly gathered up with one finger and slurped down. "But we have to finish the sauce, or it won't be done in time!"

With that, Anne used both hands to gather up as much titflesh as they would hold and lifted the soft orbs up until she could wrap them around her daughter's throbbing rod. Despite Jamie's considerable length, Anne's breasts swallowed it from hilt to tip without any trouble whatsoever.

"Fffuck, mom, they're so..." Jamie trailed off, knees buckling under the sensual **** on her crotch, causing the futa to grab Anne's shoulders for support. Bucking her hips involuntarily, the futa felt pre splurt from her swollen glans with every twitch and throb, quickly lubing up her mother's tits. If Jamie had thought the inviting channel of Anne's cleavage had felt amazing before, the slippery sensations quickly proved her wrong, eroding her restraint.

"Soft? Huge? Amazing? C'mon, baby girl, tell mommy how her titties feel." Anne's sultry voice was like honey as she began moving her boobs around Jamie's cock, shaking them lightly to make slow ripples travel through the enormous orbs and right into her daughter's drooling monster.

"Ah, I... I can't, they're... incredible... so... so gooood..." Jamie babbled, unable and unwilling to stop her hips. To be able to titfuck boobs this big was a dream come true for her, so her excitement was building quickly. Tears were welling up in her eyes, partly from pure bliss, partly in frustration that this amazing feeling would end so soon - but not because Anne was rushing her or anything. No, the older woman's breasts simply were to much for the inexperienced futa, pleasure overwhelming Jamie's whole being as waves of arousal washed over her.

"Mmh, it makes mommy soo happy to hear that her baby girl likes mommy's titties sooo much," Anne cooed, her using Jamie's pet name resulting in a spurt of pre forceful enough to shoot out of her cleavage and land clear on the older woman's face. Jamie's mother quickly lapped up everything her tongue could reach, moaning appreciatively, while the futa herself kept slamming her hips into Anne's bust, loud slapping sounds of skin on skin filling the kitchen amidst the squelching of body juices.

The slick sensation was sublime, Jamie's cock surrounded on all sides by boobs, the pliant flesh clinging to her shaft through a mix of Jamie's pre and the sheer size of Anne's breasts. With every pull, the futa's glans dragged over their exquisite softness, and every push was cushioned by the massive expanse. Of course, Anne wasn't idle: Shaking and moving her tits in parallel or opposite directions, she made sure that the futa's arousal mounted more and more. Already Jamie's internal balls were going into overdrive, churning and twitching to prepare one of the heaviest loads the futa had ever blown. She didn't want this to ever end! Why did she have to be such a quick shot? Tears were now flowing down her cheeks freely, but her hips never faltered or slowed down.

"Shh, baby girl, it's alright." Somehow, Anne managed to sound soothing and sultry at the same time. "Mommy will, like, let you fuck her titties whenever you wanna! So, don't hold back and just cover them in your sticky stuff!"

Now Jamie felt even more like crying. For her mother to say that... she really had changed a lot. Sobbing with happiness, Jamie sped up her thrusts, abandoning all restraint.

"Thank you, mom! Thank you thankyouthank-- nnNHAAA, YES!"

Jamie could barely keep standing as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, cum shooting out of her cock with enough pressure to put a fire-hose to shame. Shooting out of Anne's cleavage, the first shot covered her mouth in sticky goo, white droplets of a different variety joining those already on the floor. Every subsequent shot added to the mess on Anne's face, dripping down to give her tits a liberal frosting. When Jamie finally collapsed backwards on her ass, panting heavily, Anne pressed her tits together to hold a small lake of cum in her cleavage, slurping up the rich, creamy bounty on her face with a happy smile.

"No, like, thank you, baby girl~!" She trilled, stepping over to the pot with the sauce to stir in glob after glob of Jamie's spunk. About half didn't actually make it into the pot as Anne snacked on more than a few of the salty drops, even going so far as to lick her own boobs clean once she was done with the sauce and set it to simmer. Jamie's rod twitched weakly at the erotic sight, a happy grin spreading on her face. She was so blessed to have someone like her mother in her life...

"Alright, get yourself, like, cleaned up, Jamie. I'll finish up and stuff."

Alright, granted, there were a few traces of a normal mother left.